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And as she sleeps around her bed |
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The blinding deadbled world spins |
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Black sightless firepierced black universe |
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Empty the fire as she sleeps |
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The sleepy skeletontongued world |
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Massed blast of storms and sand rolls |
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Oh lovely world - come alive for me |
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The longtongued god is not real |
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He drags the chain clasped in his wickerfingered hands |
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This brother is paperthin - form but no substance |
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Neverlived so he is not dead |
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This is man's fear made trash... |
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...And as you light the incense stick |
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I pray that your fingers may burn |
